All Chapters of Billionaire's runaway bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

That evening, Vivian returned from the hospital with a heart full of secrets and hope. She prepared Jerald’s favorite meal—hot dogs. It felt symbolic. Somewhere along the years, loving Jerald had turned her into an unexpected lover of hot dogs too. In the early days of their marriage, he had taken her to countless spots across town, chasing the perfect taste that reminded him of his school days. Vivian had once preferred shawarma, but love had quietly rewritten her choices.Tonight was special.She lit two candles and set the dining table carefully. At the center, she placed a large covered bowl, positioned deliberately in front of her husband’s chair. Beneath it lay a tiny pair of baby shoes—silent, hopeful, sacred. She sat patiently, rehearsing his reaction in her mind, smiling to herself. This was their wedding anniversary. Tonight would change everything.Minutes slipped by. Hours followed.By midnight, the candles had melted into pools of wax. Vivian moved to the couch in the pa

Vivian asked herself these questions as she wept—silent, shaking—curled on the floor with her elbows on her thighs and her hands shielding her face. Her back pressed against the couch, her body drawn inward, small, wounded. Eventually, exhaustion took her, Sleep claimed her where she sat. **** The sharp sound of Jerald’s car horn cut through the quiet compound, jolting Matilda awake from her sleep. In a rush, she padded downstairs with a silk nightwear clinging to her skin, the soft fabric brushing her thighs with every hurried step. The flowery design did little to hide how thin it was. She reached the door, caught her breath, and opened it. “Hey…” her voice rang out. For a moment, Jerald froze. His eyes dropped—just for a second—but it was enough. His eyes dropped on the silk night wear pulled tight over her chest, her breasts full and unmistakable beneath the fabric, nipples pressing forward as though. His mouth went dry. He licked his lips without thinking. God… “Why does

Dr. Jonathan, after a quick examination on her, realized there was little he could do at the moment since they were not in the hospital. Acting fast, he carefully lifted her with the help of the nurse who had come with him.They placed her gently on the stretcher.Her eyes were wide open, yet there was no awareness of her surroundings. Her skin burned with fever; her body radiated an alarming heat.The nurse and the driver quickly grabbed the stretcher handles, rushing toward the ambulance.Within seconds, the vehicle roared out of the compound, its siren blaring loudly through the night.WEE-OOO… WEE-OOO…“Where is that siren coming from?”Jerald jerked upright on the bed, reacting purely by reflex.Without hesitation—without even a hint of concern—he pulled himself away from the warm body lying against him.Matilda, who had been resting comfortably on his chest, quickly sat up. Her forehead tightened in irritation as she shot him a sharp, angry look.Jerald was already moving toward

Jerald hurried through his bath, mindful of the time. Matilda had an appointment to catch within the hour.A few minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Another towel hung loosely in his right hand as he used it to dab the water from his hair. Droplets slid down his chest and shoulders as he walked toward the closet.Matilda was still sitting on the bed.Her eyes were closed, her hands stretched slightly behind her, supporting her weight as she leaned back. She looked as though she was replaying a pleasant moment in her mind.The sound of the bathroom door opening made her eyes snap open.She had been waiting for that moment.The instant she saw him, she stood up and walked quickly toward him.Before Jerald could even speak, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.Jerald froze in surprise.His eyes widened, the towel still resting on his damp hair.What is happening here? he wondered.Matilda didn’t pause.She held onto him tightly,

“Alright, Matilda… after you.”As the elevator doors opened slowly, Matilda stepped in first.The manager followed.Before the doors closed, Matilda turned her head slightly toward Jerald, who was standing by the car, hoping to say goodbye to her.Their eyes met for a brief moment.Jerald gave her a small, proud nod.“Go make it happen,” he said calmly.A faint smile appeared on Matilda’s lips.The elevator doors slid shut.---Stepping out of the elevator onto the office floor, right in front of them… was a fan.The young lady froze the moment her eyes landed on Matilda.Her mouth opened slightly in shock, and the file she was holding almost slipped from her hand.“Oh my God… wait… wait… aren’t you…?” she said, staring closely at Matilda’s face as if trying to be sure she was not mistaken.Matilda stopped walking.For a split second, her heart skipped.She had not expected this — not here, not now.The manager looked from the lady to Matilda with surprise.“You know her?” the manager